Sugar Plum [BoyxBoy]

Sugar Plum [2]

It wasn't cold enough, but if it had been, then the breaths that I exhaled would look as though I had inhaled an unhealthy amount of smoke. It wasn't my thing, but it seriously would've been like that.

This was the most intense game I had played in a long while and it had me panting like a dog. It wasn't a serious game, but we had decided to play it like a real one. It was between the seniors and the juniors. The seniors being us. When I, the captain and star player, not to brag or anything, said that they were good, then they were good.

I was waiting at half court as two of my players battled another two of the younger ones for the ball while the seconds ticked away, and the end neared. A smile stretched my lips and the sweat clad skin on my face as I watched.

With a junior team like this, practicing for the other matches was going to be fun. We'd be prepared for anything. My breathing hadn't ceased its haggard pattern and didn't seem to have any intention of doing so anytime soon and the ball that had been acquired by Rome didn't plan on waiting for my convenience. He was a tall man who had a pretty good advantage than I did thus his choice in sport, as his eyes found mine, and burned with fire.

There were just a few seconds on the clock before the game concluded and if none of us scored, it would be a draw. The fact that the younger ones had caught up and managed to keep us at the same points for so long impressed me immensely but that was where it had stopped. 

They were good sure. But what is was to play a game with us, was what we were going to show them. A smirk replaced my grin as the ball surged through the air and landed straight in the heart of my palm as I jumped to receive it.

There wasn't a second wasted before the ball was heard thumping against the floor of the gymnasium and the cheers of the onlookers and my teammates faded. It was like every moment described in a book. The moment of making or breaking. 

This feeling was why I played. The feeling of restlessness and competition that burned through my veins as I maneuvered with experience through the defenders and made it to the basket.

Their team had an advantage of height. Majority of their players were above the height of 5feet 11 inches while the minority being only two were just 2-3 inches shorter. So, my man just happened to be a boy who stood at presumably 6 feet? Perhaps taller, but it wasn't the time to ponder over his height when he was blocking my goal. No, this was the time to show how basketball was played.

The boy had bent to my level, his eyes trained on the ball that bounced between the floor and my hand. Faintly in the background, behind the enhanced sound of the breathing of the players and mine, I could hear the chants of the countdown. Just eight seconds left.

"Seven!"

The cheers thundered, and it was only after school.

"Six!"

A few others had entered as the cheering increased while I avoided the well-timed attacks for the ball.

"Five!"

The was stalling; his moves were just to prevent me from getting anywhere close.

"Four!"

Too bad this is a game I was raised into.

"Three!"

I feigned left and then a right which got him stumbling as I turned around his body.

"Two!"

The whole place had gone silent and watched with batted breaths as they focused when I released the ball with the flick of my wrist.

"One," the airy word left my lips along with my breath as I watched the ball get swallowed cleanly into the basket.